Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, April 10, 1915, Page 7

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Chapman) “I won't stand it any longer!” de- clared Vincent Brown stormily. “Neither would 1" asserted his friend and familiar, Tom Rogers. “Three times and out is the limit, you know?” “Yes,” muttered Vincent gloomily, glancing across a vacant village block to the next street, “this is the third time she has been out driving with that fellow. He thinks he's some, doesn’t he, hiring the best rig in town!” “She” was Nellie Duncan, the belle of the place. “That fellow” was a sus- pected rival, a stranger, and this, in- deed, was the third time he had taken Miss Duncan for an afternoon spia. “Who is he?” inquired Tom. “I hear his name is Ralston. He is a civil engineer or something of that sort, and has some interest in the ) ‘buflding of that big dam down the riv- «r. He can't be very busy, to come up here each day and spend two or three hours with Nelll “Well, you said you weren't going to stand it any longer,” observed Tom aft- er ‘a pause, “And I'm not!” vociferated Vincent, firing up. “What you going to do about it, if I may inquire?” “Get even with Nellie. She's either ‘trying me out, or wants to make me Jealous.” “Why don’t you ask her which?" propounded Tom bluntly. “I don't have a chamce. You see, it was at a picnic we got engaged. Her mother is a contrary. irrational plece of goods. Just as likely as not, Nellie told me, if she saw me atten- tive to her daughter she'd put the R~ A Last Glance Showed Nellie Still Staring. clamps straight on, so Nellie advised that we keep our affair a sccret until her father got back. She can coax him into anything, see?” “I do see,” responded Tom, “but I also see this fellow Ralston cutting the ground out from under your feet. You've got to have an explanation, or do something.” “I'm going to,” asserted Vincent stanchly. “What?" “I'm going to make Nellie jealous.” “How?" “By letting her see me with some girl driving around, just as she does. You know that double seated motor- cycle of mine? Well, for an evening or two Miss Nellie is going to see me go whizzing past her house with a well-dressed veiled lady seated behind me on the machine.” “Why, say!” brightened up Tom, “that harum-scarum sister of mine will help you out in that.” “Oh, dear, no!” demurred Vincent in a way as if he was frightened. “Why not? She's engaged to an- other fellow. She won't try to lure you away from this devoted flame of yours.” “I don’t want to burn all my bridges behind me,” declared Vincent vague- 1y. “In fact, I—that {s—I haven't much heart in getting close to any other girl than Nellie, so I—well, I've got my scheme.” “Have? Then why don’t you tell it?” challenged Tom, but Vincent would say no more. They parted, and Vin- cent went gloomily on his way, medi- taling deeply. About the middle of the afternoon Vincent went to the shed behind his home where he kept his motoreycle. Another friend of his, the son of & local merchant, was waiting for him. “Got t?” inquired Vincent eagerly. “The whole outfit,” was the prompt reply. “Will it work?™ “Like a charm!™ The speaker proceeded to open & Camel's W:rking Life. Camels are it for serious work at five years, and their strength begins to decline at twenty-five years, al- though they live for thirty-five and forty years. Kerosene Found Effective. Investigations have been carried on to discover remedies for insects which damage such forest products as tele- graph poles, railroad ties and tool handles. With hardwood products lable to attack by the so-called pow- derpost beetles it has been found that kerosene and linseed ofl are effective repellents against these imsects. large box. He produced a fexible , dressmaker's model. It was made of papler mache, but as he proceeded to fix up the bald head with glossy ring- lets*and adapt a hat, dress and wrap the dummy figure assumed Torm, grace and elegance. % “Now then, Vincent,” he observed, “all you've got to do is to strap that model into the hind seat of your ma- chine, put a veil on it and—isn't it natural?” For a fact it was, as the two schem- ers perfected their plan—to all seem- ing a charming, up-to-date young lady occupied the rear seat of the motor- cycle. It had cost Vincent something to help out his precious scheme, but he | did not mind that. Just as the sun went down and twilight came om he drove out of the shed. The figure was | well strapped on, the gloved hands , Tested quite naturally on the handles { in front of it. | Vincent drove on until ke came into | the street where Nellie’s home was | located. As he neared it he gave his ! signal horn a blast. Nellie was on the ! porch. Vincent pretended not to ob- ' serve her, but a sidelong glance ad- vised him that she had recognized the signal of the machine and he saw her stare fixedly. A brisk breeze was blowing. Vin- cent put on power. As he circled di- rectly in front of the house, he saw Nellie spring to her feet. Her eyes seemed glued upon his “young lady” companion. “It works!” chuckled Vincent rapt- ly. “Aha, Miss Nellle! who is the jealous party now?” A last glance sideways showed Nel- lie still staring. She had descended two steps of the porch and was en- wrapt in attention to the disappear ing machine. “Devoured with curiosity as to my new fair charmer!” gloated Vincent. “What's that man goggling at?” A pedestrian, was indeed, “gog- gling.” He had halted. He was star ing at the machine. Then he slapped his thigh and burst out into a peal of unrestrained laughter. Then, farther on, two women likewise paused. They stared, they giggled. Vincent shot a backward glance at the rear seat of the motorcyclee He shivered—ap- palled! A frightfully depressing discovery was his. The wind had blown the veil off the model. Then the hat—and the wig! The bare poll loomed up, unique and grotesque. One of the jointed arms swung loosely, wobbling. No wonder that observers glared at this monstrous travesty on humanity! A whirl of the machine sent the model sideways. By this time a gib- ing mob of boys were in pursuit. Hoots and yells of laughter filled the afr. With a grean Vincent dove down a side alley, gained the home shed, and prepared to leave town that night to escape the jeers of his fellow towns- men, He returned in a week, but kept shady, as the saying goes. The next afternoon, despairingly promenading in the woods near the town, he was suddenly confronted at a side path by Nellie and a girl friend. The latter was full of mischief and she hailed him. “This way, sir!” she ordered with pretty peremptoriness, “Miss Duncan wishes an explanation of your erratic adventures with that young lady who went to pleces.” Vincent flushed and trembled and stammered. Nellie was calm and smil- ing. There was a knowing expression in her bright eyes which Vincent re- sented. “I guess you know what I was try- ing to get at,” he floundered. “I would have had a real girl on that machine if—if T didn’t think so much of—that 15—" “But what had Nellie done to be the subject of such a peculiar experi- ment?” challenged Nellie's compan- fon. “I guess Mr, Ralston can tell!” mut- tered Vincent. “You mean my married cousin?” spoke Nellie innocently. “Your married cousin!” “Surely.” | Vincent drew a step nearer to his flancee. “Is your father home yet, Nellie?” he inquired meaningly. “Yes, Vincent,” she replied demure- ly, and lowered her eyes. “Then, unless you think I've been the biggest dolt in the world, I'd like to call on him.” “Do, Vincent!” whispered Nellle, taking his arm and looking lovingly up into his face, Deadly Evidence. A Louisville business man was rum- maging through his pockets. He turned to his wife with, “ Jou never put anything where it belongs.” “Why are yon scolding me now?” asked the wife, mystified. ‘What have I done that’s wrong?” “Well, you see,” he replied, coolly, “on several occasions I have found my knife and my keys in my right hip pocket; why don't you learn that I wear them on the left side?” And his wife has wondered ever since just how much he knows.—Eou- isville Times. Woman Printers of Early Days. Several colonial newspapers were published by women. Benjamin Frank- lin's sister-in-law, at Newport, printed for the colony, supplied blanks for the public offices, published pamphiets, and in 1745 printed for the government an edition of the laws, containing 340 folio pages. Margaret Draper of Massachusetts printed for the government and coun- cil. In South Carolina a woman was appointed printer to the state after the close of the Revolutionary war. Placing Both of Them. “It was simply & question of verao- #y Detwesn us,” sald the oldest in- | habitant. “He sald 1 was a liar, and I sald he was one” “Humph!” re Joined the village postmaster. “That's the first time I ever hear of either of you telling the truth.” Many Sources of Payer Supply. News print paper has been made By the forest service laboratory from 34 different woods, and a number com- pare favorably with standard spruce pulp paper. "IN THE DANGER ZONE By MARY WORDEN BLISS. (Copyright, 1915, by W. G. Chapman.) There was not one of the odd one { hundred choppers who did not know | the full history of Leoti Rogers and of Rob Marsh. A school had been start- ed in the encampment, and the father of Leot! and an aunt had been given charge of it. Both had died. Leoti was left without a relative in the world. A half-breed teacher and his wife then took charge. It was pos- sible for them to give Leoti a posi- tion as assistant teacher. The gov- ernment supplied quarters for them in | the school building, and Leoti was content to stay. It was a wild, crude, even perilous environment, but Leoti was glad to be able to earn a living until she could think out & coherent future. The even | tenor of her life was at length inter- rupted, however. Wineka, the son of | the chief, returned from a long Alas- | kan chase. Leoti had shuddered the first time the dark flashing eyes of the impetuous young savage rested upon her face. Every day after that he ’ managed to cross her path. He was respectful, but determined. It became known among the tribe that Wineka had resolved to take Leoti as a bride. Then came the logging gang, and Rob Marsh among them. The young l lumber cruiser met Leoti one day at 1 the spring. It was a case of love at first sight. Something of this Wineka had learned. He began an active courting, or rather attempted it, to be repulsed by Leoti. “I will kill the pale face lover,” he told her fiercely one day. Leoti im- parted the dread information to her lover. One evening both were miss- ing. Between the lovers a perfect under- standing had come about. They would have then married at once, only that Rob owned a mining claim a short distance away from the lumber camp. It was necessary, in order that he might file a claim upon this, that he make a survey of it and stake it out. Then he could sell it for a sum sufficient to warrant Lis taking a wife, and he and Leoti would settle down in the city. Rob had attended to the claim, and, on his way back to the city, had stopped at the lumber camp for a food supply. He hoped to evade no- tice from the savages. Someone had seen him. Wireka had been apprised of the fact. Bill Budd had discovered his danger. He had hidden him away in a cave. The question now was as to getting Rob back to ‘the city. One of his men came to Budd about noon. “Bill, I've been carrying out your orders and nosed around the Indian camp this morning. It's a blockade.” * “You mean?” inquired Rill anx- iously. “Bear Bluff is completely surround- ed. 1 suppose there isn't a hundred foot space that hasn't a friend of Wineka on patrol or in hiding. The orders are to shoot Rob Marsh on sight.” “All right,” observed Bill abstract- edly. “You and some of the others be- glin shooting a few logs into the river in ubout an hour.” \ “Why!” exclaimed the other, “we're not ready to make a run yot.” “Do as 1 say,” ordered Bill, anc himself proceeded to a part of the camp near the stream where the blufty formation was a shelter against observation from the Indian camp. Half a hundred logs were sent adrift by the men within the next two hours. The current of the stream was rapid, and the logs floated swiftly down the river and past the Indian encamp- ment. There was an interim of about forty minutes, and then Bill and two helpers came to the edge of the river and set afloat another log. The old foreman watched it shoot down the stream like the others. He gave utterance to a fervent sigh of re- lief as it passed the encampment and rounded a curve in the stream, taking it out of sight. “Good!" he muttered to himself with profound satisfaction. “Holler—Rob Marsh {8 in it, and Leoti will soon greet her future husband.” But, wise and confident as was old Bill, he had not sufficiently counted on Indian vizilance and cunning. Two miles below the Indian camp a canoe shot out into the stream navi- gated by Wineka. He proceeded to sink the hook of a short pole into the bark of the log and pull it ashore. “Pale face come out,” he ordered, and kicked the plug loose. “You and Wineka, for Leoti,” he added fero- ciously as Rob stepped forth, and he flung at his feet a counterpart of a long hunting knife he held in his hand. The young chief made a spring. Rob warded him off, but he saw death in I some dexterous maneuver held in store by his adversary. Then ne stared. From the brush an agile form bound- ed on tiptoe. He recognized an In- dian _girl, the discarded fiancee of Wineka | She beld ou'spread a heavy blanket. Just as Wineka was preparing for an- other onslaught on his opponent, she flung the blanket over his head. As he struggled helpless, she whipped a i stout lasso across arms and body, pushed him to the ground, and, turn- ing to Rob, pointed down stream si- lently. Rob Marsh did not hesitate or lin- ger. Within an hour he was safe from pursuit, within six at a second outpost, and the next morning he reached the end of his journey—and Leoti. Hibernation. All glesp is phenomenal, but the slesp which endures the winter through with some warm-blooded ani- mals which find themselves suddenly surrounded by frigid weather, and when all functions that make for the best of life are as if they had never been, I8 most curious While it is astonishing. Cynical Comment. Every man is as Heaven made him, and sometimes a great deal worse—~— Jervantes. mainly explicable it is none the less | (Copyright, 1915, by the McClure Newspa- paper Syndicate.) The boys who had been teasing Judson could see that they had gone too far; that he was sensitive; that the matter was vital to him. They had not realized until now that the man was so much in earnest. They never had known a man who would make a hobby of fire fighting. Now that they stopped to ponder over it they realized that it was Frank Jud- son who had first proposed the or- ganization of this auxiliary fire depart-. ment, and that it had been he who had kept up interest in its existence all the way along. 7 f | Tactfully the subject was diverted ringing the fire bell every time the | general village alarm was given. from Judson and his penchant for |B And | though Judson had little to say, he | seemed to have overlooked the teas- ing. Within a fortnight, however, the residents of the quiet suburban sec- tion heard the fire department’'s bell clang! clang! clang! out upon the cold, crisp air of the winter night. Out of the various houses dashed men to answer the alarm, all mutter ing epithets about the man who saw fit to call out the company on the slightest provocation. A pair of automobile lights cast their bright reflection around the curving road leading to the firehouse and a machine, driven by a girl wrapped in a great fur coat, pulled up beside the apparatus which had been hauled from the firehouse. “Father is not well enough to swer the call, so I came in his place,” began Helen Thompson. “Do you want to tie the cart on behind?” “Get in, Mr. Judson,” said Helen when the boys had fastened the ap- paratus to the back of the car. Frank Judson got in beside the girl and others occupied the ton- neau, while the remaining members of the company started out on foot. ‘When the little contingent from the auxfliary fire department reached the scene of the fire, the blaze had been extinguished by the regular fire fighters. “But we get the credit for being game and on the job, said Martin, who had squeezed himself into the car.” “Yes—thanks to Judson here, we keep a good reputation for answering calls,” said another. “It's thanks to Miss Helen—this ‘time,” replied Judson, forgetting, for | the moment to take notice of the fact that he was being chaffed. “Shall we return?” asked the girl, clapping her hands together to keep the circulation in them. And the little party returned with the clanging bell of the ap- paratus behind them. Judson tried ta keep the cold wind from Helen and asked her again and again if she were not cold, but the girl kept up her grit till her own home was in sight. There was little more conversation ‘between the two, but when Judson helped Helen from the car and picked up the heavy fur robes to carry into the house for her he hoped Helen's father would ask him to sit and visit a while, even at that hour of the night. with a smile, than a son, I verily belleve. Youre always to"Be depeiided on. Come in; Judson. Warm up a minute by our hickory log.” “It's Miss Helen who 18 to be warmed up, doctor. I'm afraid it's been pretty cold for her,” said Jud- son. “I didn't want her to go out, but she would do it,” said Doctor Thomp- son proudly. “I'd like to find another girl who would,” Judson added, looking into the girl's eyes. It was the first really interested look he had ever taken into them, and what he saw there made him realize that he had missed much of the good in the world. When he left the girl and her father he asked if he might come in often to see them, which was more or less of a surprise to the girl, for she had known him for five years, and he had never made it a point to drop into her home. She was even wondering, on the following night, when, if ever, Frank Judson would come, when she heard his voice in the hall. He was telling her father that he had been worrying [ for fear she had taken cold. “Indeed, 1 haven't,” Helen assured him as she gnve him her hand. “T should never forgive myself if you had,” Frank replied. “Never.” “And 1 know something else yon | never would have done, too, Mr. Frank Judson,” Helen sald, laughing and displaying two dimples the young man had never seen before, “yom never would have taken the trouble to come to see me if 1 hadn’t hap- pened to appeal to you through your hobby—the fire department. Now, { would you?" | Frank Judson flushed as he had ( flushed that day when the boys bad | teased him. “What does it matter? | I—I bave come and | intend to keep on coming—if I may, Helen?” His Choice. “Talking about widows—" “Which we weren't. StiH, about them?” “I'd rather be » widow's first, than her subsequent husband” what through the dark, cold, dreary streets | | Doctor Thompson met his daughter “Helen, you're better i Valuable Soot. H ‘When the chimneys of the royal mint at Berlin are cleaned about one | Famous Connaught Rangers. The Connaught rangers were orig- | inally called the “Devil's Own" be- cause of their rescality, but their su- | perd fighting in the Peninsular war | changed the term from one of re- | proach to one of honor. 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